Every time I look your way it's not you I cringe at. It's not you that I'm calling ugly when I mutter those words under my breath. It's just myself. Because it's never other people that you hate, it's only ever just the pieces of you that they are representing. Today felt like a good day to let you know, it's not what you think. I love you and you are beautiful. It's just that I'm the one who's not.
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